i'm thinking about writing a 24 page narrative poem
about a family of incestuous demigods tossing up leaves
and fucking with the alignment of the moon
before i begin, i will sacrifice a foal
for inspiration
i've been trying to write poetry made up of clean sentences
that are also somehow broken
using a style i came up with about 6 months ago
which mixes clean/plain sentences that are not at all
poetic
originally i thought of William Carlos Williams but
William Carlos Williams is dead
it's too late in the season to go walking in the woods
i came up with the idea for this piece sometime last year
but originally i was thinking of making it a novella
i have this image of people with glowing skin sitting on a hill
using their fingers to carve patterns in the light
except eventually the light will start to die
the other idea was a thing about "the ocean of life" inspired by a conversation
i had with a professor years ago about a novel joyce never wrote
a few minutes ago i did another fragments that talked about bosnia and being eaten by rats
but i don't think i'm going to post it quite yet
These are really getting to it . . . DDL
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